It came upon the midnight clear,that glorious song of oldFrom angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of goldPeace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heav'n's all gracious kingThe world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing.Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurlAnd still their heavenly music floats, O'er all the weary world.Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wingAnd ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending lowWho toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slowLook now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.
For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of oldWhen with the ever circling years shall come the time foretoldWhen the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their KingAnd the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.